Addressing Beauty

To gaze upon Heaven in a black dress
And crimson lipstick, was the first I knew
That ev'ry artist who dared hold beauty
In a single frame, or collection of verses
Flirts dangerously with irrelevance
And hypocrisy, such sweeping simple
Pleasures, as the choreography between wind and hair
Such satisfyingly subtle measures
That imbued ev'ry step with grace and poise
Were as likely to be captured still
As the Earth that spun beneath them
And yet I pursue the words
That spill out sounding so common
And I beg of you, you who have been
The subject of ev'ry love letter I've written
And left unsent, every perfect storm of adjectives
That gathered in my hands and quietly avoided
Being spoken
To read not the shape of my poems to you
But the love that I have filled them with.